After running into Lucius, Henry continued walking and soon found himself in Draco's bedroom. "Hello Draco," he said.

"Hello," said Draco, putting on his shirt.

"So I ran into your father…what's with the hallway. It's so long."

"I don't know, it's a little absurd. Oh," he said looking at his clock, "It's about time for dinner."

"I'll go wash up. I'll be at the table in five minutes unless I get lost. Oh, by the by, how's your birdhouse coming along? I noticed that you were working on that at school, it's looking beautiful."

"Thank you, yes it's going very well although it's amazing that I can concentrate with Potter always hanging around."

"Yes, why do you two share a room? Aren't you in different houses?"

"I don't know, I guess it was just Dumbledore's twisted sense of humor, he thinks we'll get along better if we're forced to live together."

"Seems like a pretty stupid idea to me."

"I know but Dumbledore's so jolly, what with the twinkling eyes and all, that he's been able to get away with just about anything so far, maybe he let his awesome-jolly-power get to his head."

Ten minutes later Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Henry are seated around the dinner table, locked into a stony silence…

Deciding that the silence was way too uncomfortable Henry said, "So…how about those Venus Flytraps? Plants eating insects, it's insane!"

"Yes…" said Lucius, turning back to his soup.

"So," said Narcissa, "Who's your friend, Draco?"

"Oh, this is Henry, Henry Hayward. He just transferred to Hogwarts from a school in Liechtenstein, although his family lives in London."

"That's nice dear," replied Narcissa, obviously not paying any attention.

"So, Mother," said Draco, deciding to toy with her a little, "I heard that your friend, Livia, is really sick and that she stabbed her whole family to death and then started her own convent."

"That's nice," murmured his mother.

"Draco!" exclaimed his father, "How many times have I told you not to amuse yourself at your mother's expense? You know her pills make her a little…out of it."

Just then a house elf popped out from behind a chair and said something so insanely grammatically incorrect that I can't even bring myself to type it.

Henry responded to the house elf's bad grammar by screaming and running from the room.

"He'll be back…" Draco reassured.

"What's wrong with your friend?" asked Lucius, frowning disapprovingly.

"He gets very uncomfortable around bad grammar, I understand his aversion but it does seem a little extreme."

As Draco finished saying what he said (a/n: see above) Henry calmly strolled into the room and said, "I apologize for my behavior, you see, as a child I had a nightmare about bad grammar. It was probably caused by my nanny, I was terrified of her, once she said, and I quote, 'I is walked to the store and I seen a kitten.'" After saying this Henry burst into tears.

"Oh dear," said Draco, handing him his handkerchief.

"Perhaps you should bring him out into the hall," said Lucius.

By this time Henry had become quite hysterical.

Just then (because the grammar discussion has gotten rather boring) a shrill scream was heard in the garden. "There's a woman in the garden!" exclaimed Draco.

"Isn't there always?" remarked Henry, quickly recovering from the hysteria of moments before. The two of them dashed out of the house and into the garden.

Ten minutes later (it was quite a long dash) Henry and Draco arrived in the garden and found Hermione lying in the bushes. "Malfoy! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well, you're in my garden and we heard you scream."

"That wasn't me."

"Well then, who was it?" asked Draco, turning around to see where a strange shuffling noise was coming from. Seeing Ron Weasley step out from behind a shrub he knew his question was answered and said, "Oh."

"Any one else back there?" asked Henry.

As if to answer his question, Harry Potter stepped out from behind another shrub.

"Oh for God's sake," muttered Draco, "What are you three doing in my garden?"

"Well," said Harry, "We were going for a midnight stroll and we got a little lost and I said, 'Why don't we call someone?' but Ron and Hermione didn't think that was a very good idea for some reason so we just kept walking. Eventually we found ourselves in the country. After walking for miles and not seeing anything resembling a place where we might find people we saw this delightful mansion and walked to it. Unfortunately, before we could knock and ask for assistance, we all passed out."

Henry and Draco exchanged glances and then Draco began to speak, he only got as far as, "Well…" because at that moment Lucius appeared.

"What are these people doing here?" Lucius wanted to know.

"They got lost, Father."

"Oh really!" Lucius seemed very angry, "Well, should we let them go or torture them awhile?"

The three Gryffindors exchanged terrified glances.

"No, Father, we can't hurt them. They have to stay with us for the rest of Christmas holiday."

Lucius gave him his best look of horror and said, "For Christ's sake, why?"

"Because plots don't just create themselves, they need devices and having my worst enemies forced to live with me for two weeks is an excellent plot device!"